Ok, so we didn’t watch the parade and we didn’t put together a jigsaw puzzle. And I cooked a modest traditional Thanksgiving feast…without the stuffing. What can I say, I was craving the after-Thanksgiving turkey sandwiches and looking forward to the other usual leftovers we could eat for the entire next week. I admit that since I’ve been busy with school and work, I’ve kind of missed cooking. But mostly, I wanted to have the opportunity to spend quality time with each of the girls and have them cook with me.
Hayley loves corn and asked to help me with the corn casserole. She enjoyed chopping the onion with the food chopper until it made her “cry.” She also helped me make the pumpkin pie filling. I invited Jenna to help me make the potato-chive monkey bread rolls. She was fascinated when she saw how the dough had risen and I explained to her the process. Skye helped me with the pie crust and the mashed potatoes, which is a favorite of hers.
Hayley asked me last week whether we were going to shoot a turkey, buy a turkey, or just have chicken. She loves chicken. According to her, however, turkey does NOT taste just like chicken as I told her. Turkey is “kind of good and kind of gross.” The girls were a bit disgusted at first by the uncooked bird, especially when I animated it for them. Then they were intrigued by it and Skye wondered where all the organs were. She had studied the body systems last year in school. They were not particularly excited about eating the gravy when they discovered it actually came from the turkey drippings.
We all sat together in the evening to play Uno H2O. It’s the waterproof Uno card game. I don’t know why we purchased waterproof cards. Perhaps we could use them at the beach or the pool. All the girls were quick to understand the game and had no trouble playing independently. They got a little competitive, but there were no tears. Everyone really seemed to have a good time. I think it was a great day spent together.
I like St. Patrick’s Day because it’s a time to drink beer, pinch people and have a parade. I don’t like most holidays because they’re all about food and getting stuff. Aren’t we fat enough already? And don’t we have enough crap stuffed inside our about-to-be-foreclosed McMansions?
Seriously, the traditions of Thanksgiving, Christmas, Halloween, Easter, Valentine’s Day and wedding anniversaries are for stupid people and invented by marketers. I’d rather not.
Does that make me a curmudgeon? Getting together with family is wonderful. So is football. But I could do without the feast.
One sunny day Albert Turkey was in his garden picking his vegetables for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday but it was hunting season. That meant every turkey would have to hide or they were dinner for complete strangers. He was the smartest turkey. He knew good hiding places and could predict the future.
That evening he made a Thanksgiving feast and hid it in the place he was hiding for hunting season. That night as he ate his dinner he thought about his dead wife and how she died because of hunting season. As he lay in bed he heard screaming of other turkeys and bombs and bullets being blasted.
The next morning he found babies scattered all over the place wounded. His Thanksgiving plans were always ruined.[Okay it wasn’t the best holiday ever.] He always found a mess of blood and bones outside his door at Thanksgiving time.
During the day Albert thought of an idea. He was really smart so he could spell and build. He built a fence so people would keep out. Then, he wrote “Stay out. From:the president”. After that, he taped it to the fence and no one was ever shot again. He had the best Thanksgivings ever and had his family come over for every one. He of course shared the idea with every turkey in the world.
About the drawing: The red blobs are the pools of blood. The little turkey crying is a wounded baby. On the lower-left is Albert’s hole. He doesn’t want anybody to go in it. The light bulb above Albert’s head is because he has a good idea. In the background is the idea he had of making a fence and putting a sign. So, it basically tells about my whole story.
About this drawing: The big purple circle under the turkeys is a plate. Two turkeys are making a joke. The first turkey says to the second, “Why did the turkey cross the playground?” “To get to the other slide.” The pilgrim and the Indian are bringing food to the plate for Thanksgiving dinner.